"My EMID's just a code-- my electromagnetic identification. The only thing stored in the transponder is that code." He sits up, a little excitedly, and starts gesturing with more complexity at his device. "My data is--"

The Interface interrupts him with an unpleasant breet, the screen flashing over to a red error message. His hand, still upraised, curls into a fist and falls against the worktop with a loud thump.

"My data's in the fucking cloud, which I can't access from here," he growls. "--Excuse my language. I've got some local storage in my Interface itself, but it's not a lot. Maybe a terabyte?"